Marvel Person: You call this a sorcerer?

Chapter 46 Celebrating Fireworks?

"Who is practicing Tai Chi?"

Watching Strange rush off without a word, Ronan silently gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

Again.

If there is a wall, you will really hit a wall, and if something happens, you will really hit it.

But Ronan was fast too, and ran right after Strange.

After all, he's a professional at watching the excitement.

Several mages had already gathered in the main hall of the New York Temple.

They all held the Ring of Raghadore in their hands, as if something terrible was at play.

In the center of the hall lay a shell, and if you got close enough, you could even feel the heat emanating from it.

"Is this... celebratory fireworks?"

Ronan looked at the shell with a strange expression, then looked up at the ceiling.

At this moment, a ray of light shone through the ceiling.

He didn't recognize the type of shell, but he could read the "Stark Industries" logo printed on it.

Without a doubt, these are weapons produced by Tony Stark and his team.

"What's going on?"

Strange frowned.

An unexploded shell landed in the center of the hall. Who wouldn't be confused?

"I don't know, it was like this when we arrived."

One of the mages shook his head; he didn't know what had happened either.

Although they were all monks, they were still mortals.

A bright, shiny shell fell in, but it didn't explode!

I feel so fortunate!

If an explosion occurs, how many of them will survive?

"Don't move!"

Just as a mage was about to touch the missile, Ronan suddenly called out to him.

He glanced at Strange, who looked back at him, and then they nodded to each other.

"Go call Tony."

"He has a problem that needs to be dealt with."

Half an hour later.

Tony Stark stood in front of the shell, examining it closely.

His glasses had already scanned the shells once.

"Judging from its appearance, this is indeed ammunition previously manufactured by the Tony Stark Corporation."

"But the interior has already been renovated."

"With our Stark Industries' technology, we simply cannot produce a dud like this."

After saying that, Tony Stark curled his lip, dismissing the shell in front of him with disdain.

This is clearly not up to their standards.

"If the shell hadn't exploded, he would have been on the roof."

"Not here."

Strange pointed to the ceiling, his face looking rather grim.

Why did the Ancient One never make a mistake when he was the Sorcerer Supreme, and why did the transition to the position of Sorcerer Supreme proceed smoothly and peacefully even when the King was in charge?

But why was his roof smashed twice during his time as the Sorcerer Supreme?

This is blatant provocation!

"I know, it was already detected during the scan."

"This shell has a special material on its surface, which makes its exterior very hard."

"But it was precisely because of the modifications that there was no explosion."

"In other words, you are really lucky."

Tony Stark glanced at the people around him, wondering who would be so lucky.

The chances of this happening are actually very small. After all, it's something that can be used to blow people up, and it's been modified. There might only be one of its kind in the world, yet it didn't get detonated.

I feel so lucky.

"What should we do then?"

A monk standing nearby asked.

"What should we do?"

"There are two ways. One is to find a secluded place and find a way to detonate it."

"Another way is for us to analyze this shell and see if there are any traces of its modification."

"After all, you don't really believe that this shell was fired off by mistake and accidentally landed here, do you?"

Tony Stark looked at Strange standing to the side.

Strange couldn't help but frown.

It's not that there's anything wrong with Tony Stark's two methods.

It was his tone of voice that made him feel uncomfortable; he felt like he'd heard it somewhere before.

The more I think about it, the more familiar it seems.

Ronan, meanwhile, sat on a chair to the side, leisurely eating his cake.

These pastries were brought by Tony Stark, supposedly as a thank-you gift from Pepperpotz—no, I should say Pepperpotz—to Ronan.

They should be thanking Ronan for saving all of their lives.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"Tony, you're getting more and more sarcastic and sarcastic."

"Aren't you afraid someone will beat you up with that kind of attitude?"

"Stephen, I don't know what kind of temper you have, but if someone talked to me like that, I'd show them what the Kamar-Taj can do."

Ronan swallowed the cake in his mouth and quietly threw a piece of firewood into the fire.

However, before this small flame could even ignite, it was extinguished by Strange.

Strange remembered who Tony Stark's tone sounded like.

Just like the person eating the cake.

"Do you need any help?"

Strange selectively ignored Ronan's words.

"Um"

"You need to help me move this shell out."

"It would be best to have two people with steady hands, since you never know when it might explode."

Tony Stark shrugged; he could actually do that job too.

However, with so many mages here, moving this thing out is quite simple.

Strange nodded, glanced at the mages around him, and couldn't help but shake his head.

These mages were all newly promoted and their abilities were not outstanding.

The king is still on duty at the London Temple, so there's only one person who can help.

He looked up at Ronan beside him.

Seemingly sensing Strange's gaze, Ronan stopped eating the cake.

Why are you looking at me like that?

"My hands are shaking terribly!"

"Unless you give me some special feedback, my hands will keep shaking!"

Ronan immediately understood what Strange meant.

How could you expect him to help without paying him a fee?

He's not working for free; Ronan is the epitome of "no one gets up early for nothing"!

"How can you stop your hands from shaking?"

Strange twitched his lips; he felt like he was about to fall into a pit.

But there's no other way; besides Ronan, there's no one else more suitable for this place right now.

"I need you to do me a small favor."

"A small favor, not difficult at all."

Ronan closed one eye and pinched his index finger and thumb together in front of him with his right hand.

Losing the South Korean market!

Although that's what Ronan said, Strange always felt that Ronan's small favor was not so simple.

But having already said all that, Strange had no choice but to agree.

"Is it just a small favor?"

Strange checked it again.

Ronan nodded with a smile, highlighting his right hand.

Strange sighed and nodded heavily.

It seems like they're not very willing.

But in any case, he was on Ronan's pirate ship.

If you want to come down, then wait.

I'm thinking, should I give myself a reward as a "cute master" (a term of endearment for someone who is enthusiastic about reading), then everyone will believe that I won't abandon the story and will feel at ease following along?

There's one more thing I'd like to change the update time because my workplace's closing time has changed, so I can go home earlier now.

Since that's the case, why not update it sooner? What do you all think?

(End of this chapter)